i must.
| 04:16am 05/01/2006 | |||
" A work of art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament." –Emile Zola this is my last lap to run for my review of related literature. Twenty eight pages so far. Single spaced. with block quotes. unformatted. tomorrow, i must be done even with the methodology so i can submit this to Madeline Suva. In seven days, I have to finish the ENTIRE manuscript. by faith, I can. I can. I can. this is the most difficult endeavor i have ever attempted in my entire adult life. everything rests on this. my Macroeconomics class is turning out nicely, got a good score on my exam, considering that I spent the night before waxing and polishing my floor. this is the biggest test of patience and perseverance, of focus and finesse, and all that crap. no use crying over wasted time, although i’ve been very good at frittering away that resource in every imaginable manner. this is the moment for me to overcome all my lethargic tendencies and to extend my attention span… i am not permitting myself to panic.i have to graduate. i have to. i must. |
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